Poem n°16

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Let me count you a story
Not a fairytail
Exactly the contrary
Once upon a time,
There was girl, not a princess
Beautiful, murderous, emotionless
And there was this guy with a bow
Handsome, softhearted who never missed his target..
An arrow aimed at her heart
He shooted, and the girls turned around
Her darkest fear rose and she froze
Her shattered heart came back To life
And she started feeling again
Without knowing why
She looked at him
He looked at her
A new thing came To birth in their eyes
Something beautiful, It's called love
And they didn't know that it will never leave them
So, The broken girl became a woman full of passion
And the man gave her all the love she needed
They lived, discovered love, passion,
They kissed, they hug, And promised something To the other :
"I'm with you until the end of the line"
And that's what they have done
One day, they died
Hands and hearts linked together
Their story came To an end
But an happy end
And that's all they could have asked for...

THE END

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Author's note :
Poème inspirée du ship Clintasha ( Marvel )

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